Post by Cerulean Renée Cyrene on Feb 16, 2012 18:49:21 GMT -5
The prospect of broad new minds entering her classroom always thrilled Renée. Astronomy throughout her past had been her favored subject. The idea of a never-ending universe, even as abstract as it sounded, always just appealed to her.
Tonight the navy blue blanket that covered the earth was glittering in all the right places. She couldn’t have asked for a better night to teach. Each of the charming old-fashioned telescopes had been put in their proper place with an ease only acquired from years of practice, all perfectly positioned so he or she could see all of the beautifully dark sky.
Renée eagerly awaited the arrival of her new students, dressed in one of the many vintage lace dresses she owned. A baby marmoset clung securely to her cupped hands contently swaying its little body from side to side. Professor Cyrene? It sounded like a beautiful melody to her.
Tonight the navy blue blanket that covered the earth was glittering in all the right places. She couldn’t have asked for a better night to teach. Each of the charming old-fashioned telescopes had been put in their proper place with an ease only acquired from years of practice, all perfectly positioned so he or she could see all of the beautifully dark sky.
Renée eagerly awaited the arrival of her new students, dressed in one of the many vintage lace dresses she owned. A baby marmoset clung securely to her cupped hands contently swaying its little body from side to side. Professor Cyrene? It sounded like a beautiful melody to her.
